I smile fakely as I tell her I am happy for her. I try to convince myself, "This doesn't hurt," but then again why, why does this hurt? I feel my butterflies flutterless. No, fluttering is a happy feeling. It is the feeling you feel when you find somebody you love so much. No, my butterflies are suffocating, suffocating and dying. This is the feeling you get when she tells you she loves somebody else. "Please die faster please," I say, but they will not die. I feel sick, but then it stops. I am relieved... for the moment. This stopping is only an illusion.. My stomach is not rid of the dying butterflies... but full of them. My few butterflies have become millions! They cannot move or bounce around. They only shake violently. It makes me queasy and I feel like puking. As they gasp for air they steal my breath away and I cannot breathe... I suffocate along with them. They want free. The butterflies frantically gnaw at my stomach, they gnaw at my lungs, and eventually... they gnaw at my heart...